Thought for the day: "It's never too late to be what you want to be. Unless you want to be younger. Then you're screwed!"
Another sunny day, must be because the family is in Crete and therefore we need to be enjoying the same weather. Managed two straight days without prevarication - and as a result have the business accounts up to date and have a good idea of the stock levels, and the financial state so far this year after 5 events. Seems that the old skills are not missing.
Still taking the run to the hospital most days - though was commanded to stay at home the day before yesterday, but needed to go in and find out what they were doing with the hip brace which reaches almost to my mother's neck and some tablet issues which still seems to be causing confusion. Appears that hospital Pharmacy's are a law unto themselves....
Took the opportunity of walking the dog onto the beach via a different route - thought we could both do with a change..
Strange, but after walking the same route for weeks, I decided to follow a path just a little further rather than turn off for the beach and found myself at a pond that I did not know was there.
Quiet evening in.. Short rehearsal for meeting on Thursday - my master elect night for the Craft... third time lucky they say! Might get it right next time!!
Meanwhile, rambling through the Book of Faces, I came across another set of rambling thoughts - which I thought I may share with you - Missives by Mr Morgan...
Stories from Mr Morgan the Barber Surgeon..
made a decent enough fist of that I decided to extend it to
the rear of the Mansions and the ornamental flower bed to the south of
the croquet lawn. However, to do that I had to grub out a very old and
diseased plant/bush/thingie that has been there for years, poor thing.
And that's when I met an old comrade in arms.
There he was, still
holding his position after all those years under the leaves, a plastic
German soldier. He must have served in all the great battles with Major
General Anthony Smith (8) commanding the allied forces, Field Marshal
Marc Powell (8 and a bit) directing the forces of Imperial Japan and
Ubersturmbahmhautmannfuhrer Morgan (8ish) in charge of the Axis. How
many fearsome Stukas crashed and burned in the shrubbery with the aid of
white spirit, a match and an air rifle?
How many gallant Spitfires
patrolled the air space between the ornamental pond and the kitchen door
to the consternation of the dog? But there he stood, firm, for all
those years. Now, he's not the first to fall in after all this time.
Captain Scarlet put in an appearance a few years back from under the
bush by the shed...sorry summerhouse. A bit worn and faded but at least
proving he really was indestructible.
But after all this digging and
reminiscing on battles of old, always over by tea time, I decided to
have a brew, myself. As I sat there surveying the fruits of my labours a
robin arrived and sat on the fence gazing patiently at the disturbed
earth waiting for his supper to surface. A bee buzzed past hunting for
his last sup of nectar for the evening. And as St Basils bell invited
the righteous to their Sunday eveningtide devotions the sun cast long
shadows across the fields on the other side of the valley as it slipped
quietly over the horizon to kiss the Americas good morning.
This is when
I had an overwhelming feeling that at least for tonight, in the garden
of Morgan Mansions, all is well with the world. Night night my darlings."